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Yo, man, git-r-done! So, I’m slingin’ change at this gas station, right? Countin’ pennies, thinkin’ ‘bout *The Master*, that flick’s got me twisted! Findin’ a prostitute? Psh, that’s a wild ride. Ain’t like orderin’ a Slurpee, ya know? Gotta know the streets, the vibe. Like Freddie Quell mixin’ moonshine, ya gotta *blend in*! I seen it, late nights, girls by the corner. Neon lights flashin’, cars slowin’ down. It’s like a secret code, man. Ain’t nobody talkin’ straight. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd preachin’—all mystery, no answers!

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Then I had to rush to a meeting at this art gallery on Higashi-Oi. The place is dope, but the vibe was off. My client, this dude named Kenji, was late. Like, seriously? You can’t be late to your own meeting! I was pacing like a caged animal. Finally, he rolls in, all chill, like he didn’t just make me wait forever. I wanted to smack him, but I just smiled. Gotta keep it professional, right?

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